Doce me faces voluntarem tuam quia Deus meus es tu

Sunday, October 10, 2004
At church this morning, the pastor spoke on King David's reflections in Pslam 71. David is here an old man, reflecting upon his own life. The passage reminded me of T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." David was writing as a man, however flawed, whose ultimate faith was in a sovereign God. Prufrock's lament is that of the modern man, with no objectivity and no faith. He has lived in the world that has rejected C.S. Lewis' Tao, and there is an aire of despair and regret in his words.

I found the juxtaposition to be rather interesting.
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